A careful walk with poise,
Through lakes of fire and frozen voids,
The line between so scarce,
So raw with love and such courage,
Lord help us walk the path.

A contentment that does move to tears,
One like me who holds a shattered cup,
Tender molded now made whole again,
To hold not wrath but blessed joy upon joy,
Praise to the mender of my cup!
Come close all shattered bearers far,
He mends for all who see their shards.

Cooped up,
But we've each got more than enough,
Space, between us, bed and stuff,
Laid out, suitcases full bursting at the centre,
And we've packed down later.